Dragon and Kraken’s

Vickon

Vickon took a bite out of the apple he was having for breakfast as he spotted the Dragon Queen coming to visit again, she is incredibly bothersome to be completely honest.

She would visit at least twice every week, bothering him with questions about what he's done in Sothoryos and the adventures he'd have. Maybe today he would be the Queen and pester her for stories like she had been doing to him, no that would rude to do to someone whose stories he already knows from the men and women around her.

"Good Queen Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons!" He shouted in a way one would present the title of a play, she held pursed lips as she was helped onto the ship from the saddle of her largest dragon, Drogon was its name.

He remembered when she showed him the beast and she was shocked at how, bored he seemed when being showed to it. She asked him why he isn't in wonder, he responded by telling the woman that he lived three years in Sothoryos and had seen the ancestors of dragons, Wyverns and all sorts of beasts. Dragons don't frighten him much because he has no fear to give, only what he can right now.

"Beautiful entrance, as always." He spoke once more, Daenerys only rolled her eyes and approached him with intent, and he wondered what 'intent' that was. "What do I owe the pleasure this time? More stories." He asked and she shook her head and turned away from him.

"No. It's about our plans, for taking what is mine." He sighed when she brought up her ambitions again, they have spent a number of weeks on this voyage and will be passing the Stepstones, his home and he intends to pick up his daughter along the way. "I had at first thought to secure the Narrow Sea, then send you and part of the fleet to bring the Dornish forces to the front." The plan sounds good, still doesn't explain why she came to him instead of her Little Hand as he calls Tyrion now.

"What else?" He asked and she suddenly became very silent, the wind and men working being the only bit of noise on the ship.

"It's been bothering me. Your father, you hate him so much and from Theon and Asha he wronged you something horrible." That struck a chord a little bit, he didn't want to talk about his father and here he thought the day was going to be calmer and more smiles, so long his good mood.

To be honest, this isn't the first time she brought the man up and from now it doesn't seem like that will last. He hoped she would drop it but from her persistence, that doesn't seem likely to happen. He sighed and leaned back on the rails, a fresh apple in his hands and all.

"I hate him for the same reason I hear you hate your brother, abandonment." Daenerys face became hardened at the mention of the Beggar King, he has heard of everything that has been happening in Essos and selling a Princess to some Horselord is pretty big news. "My father had just been banished from home. He bedded my uncle Victarion's Salt Wife you see and he wanted blood for that, and my other uncle wouldn't let that happen and instead banished me and my father." He began telling his most disfavored story yet. Daenerys looked on in confusion about what he was saying, he would be too.

"And where does abandonment come into play? What did he do?" By the Drowned God she is impatient! He exclaimed in thought as her tone became frustrated.

"It was fine for the first year or two, almost like a giant adventure. Then, one night I was dragged from my bed and brought before my father, standing beside one of those fire lovers. He threw me overboard with nothing but a sack of clothing and an ax, an ax I used to survive in Sothoryos for three years. Why did he he do it? I couldn't begin to fathom but I knew one thing: That my father was gone, and I won't stop until this." He pulled out the ax he was given, "Is severing his thrice-damned head." He ended the short but truer version of his story there, taking a glance to see Daenerys expression to all of this.

Daenerys

She couldn't believe her eyes or ears, that a father would be so quick to throw away his only son in a random night. It was then she saw how their paths sort of share one another.

In a bid to retake the throne her brother gave her to Drogo, she was drenched in filth and raped for weeks and months abandoned by her brother until he started to become impatient. Soon enough she got fed up and became stronger for herself, she got the love of her husband and people, the envy of her brother and all because of him. It was a reason she felt so relieved when Viserys died, she was able to thrive with his death and in this had become a Queen, a Mother of Dragons and liberator of the people.

Both brother and father shaped her and the Pirate King of the Stepstones, both scraped and clawed their way to where they are. When noticing how Vickon stared at his ax in his hands she saw a surprising sight, sadness. From what Asha told her of Vickon, the man held no desire other than to fight and fuck and kill his father, yet she saw there must be more to the story than what she was told.

As for right now, she will have to take what she could get.

[Six Days Later]

She watched in awe as she, Vickon, and all their advisors along with a guard of fifty rowed towards the seat of her family.

Her brother would tell tale after tale about it, how magnificent it was and that they would see it one day and who knew she would be the one to make it happen, though her brother isn't here to see it himself. Thank the gods really, he would be mad with anger Was the thought going through her mind as they got closer to Dragonstone.

The castle was old, dragon statuettes and towers of black stone. It was beautiful and mystical, she took in the air as she took her first steps onto the island the heels making marks into the sand. Such nostalgia and excitement ran through her body when she knelt and placed her hand into the dirt, the dirt that is her right to have.

"Beautiful isn't it?" She heard Vickon mention and she silently agreed with him, "Before the news came of Stannis's defeat in the North, I came here and saw everything." She didn't feel special anymore, out of all her companions she's wanted to see them first.

Going onward she marched into the gate that her guards opened, the walk there she saw how her children flew about like it was their long lost home. The inside of Dragonstone was old and the dust had begun to set inside, she then laid her eyes on a banner she thought she'd see at least once or twice, the banner of the Stag.

She ripped it down, a small but good victory against those who had taken her families seat. She gave the command to begin fixing the place up whilst asking Vickon to show her to the Painted Table, a stone map of the entirety of Westeros that she and her inner circle will use to plan their invasion against House Lannister and any family that would stand against her.

It was an achievement as she ran her hand across the table, dust clinging to her fingers as she felt the roughness of it all. Looking out to the sea and to the hundreds of ships she has to her, the banners of Krakens, Dragons, Suns, and Roses. The sound of the waves brushing against the rocky stone of her seat of power. Turning she saw all of her companions looking at her, and Vickon staring at her at the end of the table giving her a wink, she scoffed and smiled before standing tall and firm.

"... Shall we begin."

Vickon

He watched everyone eat and feast in the great hall, preparing themselves for a busy day tomorrow. Yet he will pass on the event and instead would stand out here, watching the seas crash and turn silent before waving hard again, there is nothing he'd like more to see other than his fathers head on a spike.

"Not feeling well? You aren't eating."

He turned and saw his presence being blessed by the Dragon Queen herself, he smirked and held up a bottle of wine he took for himself.

"Sea gazing and drinking some wine is all I need, and the company of a beautiful woman." He flirted, and she smiled and shook her head before approaching him.

Six days ago he was annoyed by her constant visits between her, Asha and Theon. Yet today he admits she does carry herself as a leader, like himself rather than the Queen in pretty clothes he saw months back. In no way is blindly seeing her as some messiah but does see her as an equal leader of her people, it was an admirable thing to see after so much time seeing one another.

"Let me ask you. Do you truly believe you can kill your father? I know I thought it was easy to see my brother dead, but living past it I still get nightmares." He heard her speak, trying to see the point of relating to him. "I care for all people under me, to Tyrion and Missandei to the lowest soldier in my army. You are an allied King, a ruler who put your lot with my own." She added and he smiled lightly, his eyes gleaming in amusement.

"Worried about little ole me? That I might break under the pressure as you?" She looked insulted as he teased her attempt of caring for his safety, he doesn't need it.

"Just making sure you have your head on straight, now good night 'Sea-Gazer'." She, in turn, teased before leaving back to the celebration. He just watched her leave until she was out of sight and turned his eyes back to the sea.

"Have a good night yourself, it will be a tough war to win."